The good, the bad, and the gatorade

The good news: Chel's counts were at 250 today! Doc said we might be able to go home tomorrow or Sunday.

The bad news: That was first thing in the morning and she has been feeling lousy and running a fever between 100-101.6 all day. They ordered blood cultures and did a chest X-Ray, but also said it could just be a "drug fever" from consistently being on a variety of meds for the past three weeks. She will be able to get off them once her counts are over 500, so hoping that's tomorrow. Hoping things will be on the upswing tomorrow and that this fever doesn't turn into any serious problem, but guessing that our hospital stay will be extended a bit longer.

The Gatorade: the only thing that she has sounded good to her today. (I felt guilty heading down to Café Presse for a Croque Madame, but I just needed it--so good). While the idea of food still makes her fee sick, Chelsa has been very concerned with what we should bring in for the nurses this weekend as a thank you gift for being so amazing. What do nurses like? We were thinking maybe Macaroons from Bakery Nuevo...?

Also, as I write this late on a Friday night, Chelsa's sister, Sarah, is at our house vacuuming, bleaching, scooping cat litter, washing laundry, changing sheets, fending off creepy neighbors, and making sure our little apartment is in great shape for our return. She is basically like a superhero in many ways and we are sooooo thankful for her and her wonderful little family. 

*One more thing-- just found out that we are likely losing our really good health insurance at the end of the month -- good timing, but I will have some complicated insurance decisions coming up soon. If there are any health insurance experts out there that want to help me with some wisdom, please hit me up.